Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"Ok."

Harry knew Hagrid was trying to change the subject, but he couldn't press the issue. As Ron recounted the story of his older brother raising dragons in Romania, he stumbled upon a newspaper on the corner of the table: "Latest Report on the Gringotts Break-in."

He took it and looked at it, and found a very coincidental thing - the invasion of Gringotts happened to be his birthday, and it was also the day when he and Hagrid went to Diagon Alley.

However, Dumbledore had already taken the things away and did not assign any tasks to Hagrid, so Harry did not have any associations.

I just glanced at the report and stopped paying attention.

However, after reading today's Daily Prophet, Tom fell into deep thought.

In his previous life, many people believed that everything that happened to Harry at school was under the control of Dumbledore. It was he who arranged a series of adventures to help Harry grow, and finally face Voldemort, fulfill the prophecy step by step, and eliminate the second generation Dark Lord for the wizarding world.

But Tom never agreed with this statement.

He admitted that Dumbledore had a strong control over the school and that many seemingly secret things were actually seen by him.

But that doesn't mean he is omniscient and omnipotent and has arranged everything.

The Chamber of Secrets in the second year, Sirius's defection in the third year, and Moody's imprisonment and replacement by Crouch Jr. If Dumbledore knew, he would never have let these things happen.

But there is no doubt that Harry was basically pushed around in the first grade, and those childish levels were obviously not prepared for Quirrell, but were level-breaking games for young wizards.

Tom was not interested in the Philosopher's Stone. This kind of immortality that could not stop aging had no appeal to him.

He was more interested in Quirrell.

Or rather, Professor Quirrell's identity.

If the Philosopher's Stone was used as bait, even if it meant Quirrell being a dog, he would definitely do it willingly. Even if he didn't want to, he still had Tom Riddle in his head, and he would help his namesake.

Of course, he wasn't some Dark Lord, so he didn't need Quirrell to be his dog.

He just needed some credits from Professor Quirrell. Wasn't that too much to ask?

"Tom, what are you thinking about?" Daphne looked at Tom staring at the Black Lake in the distance in a daze. After a long while, she couldn't help but ask curiously.

The boy came back to his senses and shook his head. "I was just wondering why Professor Quirrell could be a professor."

Hearing this, Daphne immediately showed a look of disgust. "Who said it wasn't true? Someone who can't even speak clearly can be a professor. Listening to his lectures is worse than reading a book yourself."

"I don't know what Dumbledore is thinking. I heard he's over a hundred years old. Could he be getting senile?"

It seems that all Slytherins have some opinions about Dumbledore, even Daphne, one of the twenty-eight heretical families who doesn't care much about bloodline.

What did Dumbledore do back then to make these pure-bloods hate him so much?

Tom was curious, but he knew that Daphne couldn't possibly know such a secret, so he could only follow her words. "I heard... the Defense Against the Dark Arts class seems to be cursed. No teacher can stay in this position for a full year."

"I guess this is why Dumbledore chose Quirrell, because there were really no other competitors."

Daphne's eyes lit up. "Have you heard of this legend? I know several Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have resigned for various reasons."

When talking about these gossips, Daphne immediately became excited and shared with Tom the information she had worked hard to find out.

The previous professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was a witch. Because she was cheated of money and love by a wizard, she cut his genitals on a dark and windy night, robbed him of all his money, and fled the UK. She is still wanted.

There is nothing much to say about the previous one. He was an elderly wizard and an old friend of Dumbledore. He fell seriously ill during Easter and was admitted to St. Mungo's.

The teachers before me included magical creature smugglers, people who hurt themselves while doing magic experiments, and people who were found to have criminal records.

As she spoke, Daphne's voice became softer and softer, and finally she used Tom's arm as a pillow and fell asleep, which made Tom laugh and cry.

He didn't wake up the little witch, but found a comfortable position for both of them, and his consciousness entered the study space...

Chapter 33: The quiet roommate, the responsive room

It was not until the sun set and the temperature dropped that the girl woke up from her deep sleep.

A refreshing breeze blew on her face, and Daphne quickly remembered what happened before.

Looking at the obvious water stain on Tom's robe, her pretty face turned the same red as the sunset, and she wanted to bury her head in her chest.

Tom exited the study space, slowly opened his eyes, and pretended to have just woken up. He stood up and stretched, "I actually slept for so long, Daphne, why didn't you wake me up? I wasted such a good afternoon."

"Ah? I just woke up too. I slept too comfortably just now." Daphne explained in a weak and delicate voice. She really wanted to pull out her wand to eliminate her "evidence of crime".

Tom brushed the dust off his butt as if he hadn't noticed anything.

"Let's go back quickly. The weather is getting colder. Don't catch a cold."

"Uh-huh."

Daphne followed with her hands behind her back. As she walked, she suddenly smiled silently, her eyes curved like crescent moons.

That's probably why she likes being with Tom.

The clever little witch has come to her senses. Tom had not slept at all, otherwise it would be impossible for him to have not gone through any recovery process after waking up.

Tom pretended to be asleep just to avoid embarrassing her.

Compared with his peers, Tom behaves like an adult. He is not pretending to be cool, but he is really sure about everything and always takes her feelings into consideration.

This gave Daphne, who left her mother's care and came to Hogwarts alone, a strong sense of security, and she quickly adapted to this unfamiliar environment.

Looking at the boy's back, Daphne felt that she should do something for him and couldn't always let Tom take care of her.

But the more I think about it, the more distressed I become.

Tom learns everything quickly, and that annoying Gryffindor is jealous and envious of him, so he doesn't need her help.

In life...she is even less qualified.

By the way, money!

The little witch's eyes lit up. She remembered that Tom had 'borrowed' thirty Galleons from his roommate, and considering his family background, he must be short of money.

She could start from this aspect to ease Tom's embarrassment.

Daphne, who had thought of a solution, smiled brightly, took a few quick steps and walked side by side with Tom, chatting and laughing as they entered the castle.

Back in the dormitory, Daphne immediately began writing a letter to her mother, finding some excuse to ask for five hundred Galleons.

This money should be enough for now, right?

On the other hand, Tom had no idea that his unintentional action had greatly increased Daphne's favor towards him. He just thought that he could enter the study space and study anywhere.

I didn't even know that I would soon have my first meal.

When he returned to the dormitory, the three roommates who had been noisy just now immediately quieted down. Tom glanced at them and didn't care. He took out a herbal book and started reading.

These days, these people have been quite well behaved. I don’t know if they have really become well behaved or are thinking of new ways to take revenge.

.....

On Saturday, after having breakfast with Daphne and finishing the homework due next week with Hermione, Tom went to the eighth floor to look for the Room of Requirement.

The term space is very powerful and can give people a real feeling of a second world.

But after all, it was only a spiritual body that entered, and casting spells inside did not consume magic power, so it was impossible to give Tom the most realistic practice feedback.

The battle between wizards is not a simple comparison of levels, nor is it about the strength of magic. The one with high magic proficiency will definitely win.

Practical experience, reaction speed, vigilance and even luck, these factors all affect the final outcome of each duel.

So in the past two days, Andros has been urging Tom to train harder in the real world, to use his body to remember the feeling of casting and controlling spells, to the point where his mind can move at will.

After much thought, the Room of Requirement is the most suitable.

The Room of Requirement is located on the eighth floor, on the same floor as the principal's office. However, the principal's office is in the South Tower, while the Room of Requirement is in the main building, a certain distance away.

Tom wasn't worried about running into Dumbledore here—unless he couldn't find the toilet again.

There were few rooms on the eighth floor, and many murals were hung on the walls of the corridor. Tom looked at them one by one and found his target - a tapestry of a giant beating the stupid Barnabas with a club.

Barnabas tried to teach a group of trolls to dance, but the trolls had no interest in it and chased him with sticks, which was a very funny scene.

Tom watched for a while and saw that Barnabas became bruised and swollen. He kept explaining his purpose to the troll. He was a complete fool.

He looked at the smooth wall opposite, concentrating his mind and silently reciting in his mind, walking back and forth.

"I need a room with mushrooms."

"I need a room with mushrooms."

"I need a room with mushrooms."

After going back and forth three times, the opposite wall shook and no door appeared.

"No?" Tom lowered his requirements with disappointment on his face. "I need a room with an RPG."

It went back and forth three more times, and the wall shook again.

"I need a room with a hundred AKs."

This time there was no movement.

"Is this what you call fulfilling every wish?"

Tom shook his head in disappointment and finally gave up the idea of ​​finding some hot weapons to defend himself.

I don’t know if his request was too excessive, or if the founder’s magic level was too low back then, so he couldn’t even do this.

Andros in the study space was stunned.

He had followed Tom for so long that he knew how outrageous the request he had just made was.

"Stop messing around, you're here for a training ground, not an armory," Andros urged.

"Ok."

The boy shrugged and began pacing again.

This time he was silently thinking about a suitable place to practice. Sure enough, after three times, a door suddenly appeared on the wall, as if the door had always been there.

Tom pushed the door open and walked in without making a sound. After he came in, the candles on the wall lit up, illuminating the entire space.

This is a very open space, which is basically half the size of the auditorium.

In addition to Tom, there are dozens of mannequins in the room made of different materials, from wood to steel.